[center][b]Black-Bat[/b][/center]

Gotham City, New Jersey
Night. 

The air was cold. So cold you could see your breath. It was common for the winter but some thought that Mr. Freeze intentionally made it colder just to spite the city. 

Cassandra Cain, known as the Black-Bat, paid no heed to the cold, enveloped as she was within her suit. Silently, she bounded from rooftop to rooftop, searching for a single site in particular. Barbara, the current Batgirl, had rigged a comm relay within Cassandra's cowl. It was-as with much of the Batfamily's arsenal-directly linked to the Batcomputer, and on this night, Cassandra had caught wind of another murder. Gotham was known for its murder rate, but this one stood out, in part because it was her first case without Bruce, and in part due to the killer's modish operandi. Whomever he or she was they were making it look as if the victims had taken their own lives. 

Of course, the GCPD thought the cases were open-and-shut, and with this being Gotham, their attentions were elsewhere. The dispatcher had called the victim in, but no unit had responded yet. More time for her to investigate, in her opinion. 

At last the crime scene came into view, and Black-Bat leapt from the rooftops to the alleyway with a grace that would have shamed an Olympic gymnast. Thinking back to what Bruce had taught her, she took notice of her surroundings first, switching the lenses in her cowl to the augmented reality that had come to be known colloquially as "Detective Vision." As she did so, she took in the brick walls, the strewn refuse, the overturned trashcan, before focusing on the victim himself. 

He was young, twenty-one if she had to guess, with sandy brown hair and blue eyes clouding over. He lay slumped against the wall, gun in hand. Cassandra stepped forward for closer examination. 

She didn't know why, but something about the dead always made her pause, whether from respect for the departed or fear that she might've killed, Cassandra didn't know. Approaching the victim with a hesitant caution, she realized that his arm had been broken, but not by external force. A clenching in her gut formed, and she knew. 

"It's him." She whispered.